Never having been much for the fighting side of her species, Analia was ever watchful of those around her and most importantly Pyrrha. Eyeing the fight and doing everything she could to throw her best vibes in the lioness' direction but they weren't enough. Either that or they simply were not getting through the mass of lions that existed between them. Nor am I, she quietly said to @Aria and knew without a doubt that she did not perform well by herself. She did better in small settings and one where she could integrate silently but proficiently. Aria, she felt, was much the same.

Living in Ecrosia under my Aunt Zahra. My sister Eisa is there, too. Yuna and Moradin preside there, too. They would likely stay there until it was taken from them or one of the Cove's original leaders was successful in getting their home back. Ana was no fool to believe that the Cove "belonged" to them but it certainly had come to be a special place that held a lot of memories for them all. Perhaps that was why it was so important to go back — not only for honor to uphold those who held it before them but for the memories that they had made. Just as any lion treasured the place that made them grow into who they were today.

We should go to her, she offered quietly to the cheetah and felt like this suggestion would no be met with malice but assuredness. Pyrrha was going to need them and likely a healer and if no one was available, she was always happy to lend a paw. exit analia

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Miaran hungrily licked her bloodied lips, savoring the taste of her own life force as it dripped onto the unforgiving sand below. Every drop felt like a battle cry, a testament to her strength despite the excruciating pain throbbing through her injured paw. Her body now bore more scars of the brutal fight, a physical reminder of the violent dance she had just endured.

Despite the agony radiating from her broken paw bones, Miaran refused to acknowledge any weakness. She stood tall, leaning heavily on her torn limb, her fierce gaze daring anyone to question her resolve. The young adult who dared to challenge her only received a mere glance, a warning of the untamed power that simmered just beneath her fur.

The threats that poured from Miaran's lips were not mere bravado - they were promises of destruction, of carnage that would leave no doubts as to her dominance. As she faced her opponent, Pyrrha, with a stoic expression as she watched the pink lioness leave without a word, the chaos around them served as a stark reminder of the savagery that lived within her.

@Brighid ♔ 's approach only served to heighten Miaran's primal instincts, her ears flattening against her skull as she emitted a low, guttural sound - a warning to those who dared to challenge her authority. With a flick of her tail and a firm click of her tongue, Miaran's message was clear: she was a force to be reckoned with, a predator in a world of prey. Patience.

Miaran's heart raced as she stood, witnessing Harou's brutal attack on Aphrodite. The flames of anger burned within her, directed towards the Oasis King, yet she remained steadfast, knowing this was her wife's battle to fight.

Even without the deadly Hemlock on her claws, Miaran could see that her skills had allowed her to triumphed over the pink lioness in a flurry of strikes. Her own instinct for combat, ingrained within her since birth, pulsed through her veins. The thirst for blood was a part of her very essence, driving her to never back down from a challenge.

At the sound of the wicked Witch, Morrigan's voice, Miaran's lips curled back into a snarl, baring her sharp fangs. Despite her tender age of only six years, she bore the scars of countless battles, having stared death in the face and emerged victorious time and time again.

Miaran locked eyes with @Morrigan, a harsh, guttural laugh escaping her throat in defiance. The Witch's warning about the gods only fueled Miaran's inner laughter. With a smirk playing on her lips, she spoke boldly, She underestimated me, sorcière. The virgin fighter should have learned by now, oui? Gods are nothing but figments, unwilling to accept their inevitable fates. witch.

As Morrigan retreated, her presence leaving a bitter scent in the air, Miaran stood tall, a warrior unyielding in the face of adversity. The fire in her eyes burned brightly, her resolve unwavering as she prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Her heart raced as she locked eyes with the figure she knew all too well, @Velasco. His presence sent shivers down her spine, a mix of fear and longing. She couldn't tear her jewel-coloured gaze away as he drew closer, her whole being tingling with anticipation. With a slight tilt of her head, she uttered, merci, Monsieur Velasco, her voice barely above a whisper.

As he inquired about meeting her, she nodded slowly, her pulse quickening with excitement. Oui. I will introduce you to her at a later time. She wants to meet you, she revealed, a secret smile playing on her lips. It was a sign that she had confided in her wife about the impending political marriage, a gesture of trust and intimacy between them.

But all thoughts of Velasco vanished in an instant as @Harou emerged victorious from the brutal match against her beloved wife. The sight of him, feral and victorious, filled her with a mix of dread and desire. The scent of their mixed blood filled the air, intoxicating her senses. A guttural snarl escaped her lips as he dared to command her.

You dare command me, Harou? she hissed, her voice laced with anger and defiance. Non. A body for a body. Your general will stay here until you provide a replacement. I want Helah, she demanded, her words dripping with venom. The fire in her eyes burned bright as she stood her ground, unyielding in her resolve. She would not be swayed, not even by someone as formidable as Harou.

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Aria’s tail twitched back and forth as he watched the lions warily. Even though Pyrrha was gone, trouble seemed to be brewing. The constant push and pull of losing a home always ended with a farewell. The bard took a moment to reminisce over the dear memories they held of the Cove. The land wasn't important to him as a place in itself, but it held an importance in his heart. It was good to have seen it once again, and felt the sand between their toes. They would carry these sensations with them, to give them hope when they were feeling lonely.

It would be wise to rejoin a pride again, the cheetah thinks. He was struggling to keep himself fed and motivated, and Analía’s answer reinforced his decision. Aria listened with a smile as the dark medic explained that she was living with her aunt and sister. They nodded when she mentioned Yuna, Eisa and Moradin. “That sounds great, being able to live with you family again.” The idea of joining them began to coalesce in the bard’s mind, although he was less enthusiastic about the mire aspect of the pride. Perhaps Pyrrha could be convinced as well?

Analía’s suggestion was met with a nod from Aria. He smiled at the addition of ‘we’, grateful to have friends he could rely on. What he lacked in healing skills he hoped to make up for with warmth and conversation. They’d heard laughter could be a form of medicine. The cheetah rose to their feet and followed @Analía out of their former home.

/Exit

Potential Bard EXP
+5 Attend a challenge (Pyrrha vs. Miaran) (2/2)

look at the fire and think of me

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TO WATCH YOU CRAWL OUT OF YOUR CHANGING SHAPE

the thud of his heart beats with a ravenous tempo. red, red, red. it's all he sees. miaran dripping in blood and the muffled cries of her imagined screams. she dares to offer up her command as if they were mere equals, and harou wants nothing more than to see her fresh shredded, to saw off the skin from her bones. he's shuddering with anticipation now, so filled with fury the beast could not speak. thus, without another word, the winter titan would snarl into the stormy air, calling for brighid's release. he would throw miaran a sadistic look, laughing.

"yeah, fuck that. and fuck you, bitch."

Harou vs. ???
Brighid's Freedom
0 of 3

ooc notes:
- set before the death match

patience, hisses the caladan queen and brighid's claws curl into the sand. the bruised and battered contender seems almost cocky in the aftermath of her win and as harou defeats aphrodite, the wretched turncoat, she finds herself yowling at his victory. she is furious - she is restless - she is eager to rid herself of this place and return to the only home she's known here in amaryllis. as her king arrives at her side, gingerly sweeping against her pelt, the general's tail lashes at his flank in solidarity. the familiarity of his scent on her pelt, the blood of the traitor smearing from his ashen fur to her own is a taunt in its own right to the caladan sovereign.

harou's peaceful demand is met with a request for an exchange and its at this moment that brighid knows this will not end without violence. regardless, she is ready, and harou's pitiless laughter is enough to bring her to her defenses, her attention shifting back to @Miaran. his outrage is enough to brings a smirk to her face before her lips curl to flash teeth, a stockinged paw stomping at the ground. her tail tosses behind her, flickering upright in a silent gesture of fuck you because brighid was, always and forever a woman of couth.


brighid & @Harou vs ???
brighid's freedom
Round 0 of 3

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The Monster

Velasco X’uekai

At @Miaran's words Velasco simply purrs. He had not intended to push for a meeting with Aphrodite but he'd take the offer. To get this ship sailing... However, as the fight between the dark lions draws to an end he can feel his lips peal. She had lost, well a sensible outcome but he was to marry Miaran wasn't he? Siting with the dark man wasn't really an option even less so when he strolls over to make demands of the Cove high queen.

Miaran's restraint surprises him and intrigues him. Or perhaps she is just better at this game called politics. If this man's, this king's, general was here it was probably as a prisoner. To just walk in and demand her freedom was madness. Even for a lion, even for him. So the storm queen's demand seemed fair to the monster. A woman for a woman. If the dark king wanted her freedom with no fight, a trade seemed perfectly sensible to the dark man.

Of course, peace was never an option.

There is a cry for blood and the embers of war fanned right before his eyes. The monster's lips curve into a dark smile a laugh vibrating up through his throat at the display before him. However, as a woman, the woman, steps in the laugh shifts into something dark something violent. The growl vibrates long and deep as his lips peel back revealing his teeth. His head drops and his chin dips to defend his throat but he steps aside, away from the soon-to-be fight. As much as he wanted to partake in the bloodshed he had no claim to the woman or the cove. It was infuriating, it left his claws itching for more.

"Need your big strong king to free you? And here I thought he called you general, mujer" woman the monster snarls tauntingly at @Brighid ♔. His ears fell back into his mane and his eyes narrowed. How pathetic, how weak. Then again what had he expected? His lips are still peeled back but the corners twisted upwards into a dark grin. He wouldn't attack, he wouldn't interfere. But some part of him hoped he could taunt the woman into giving up her fight or dig her grave deeper by refusing the help of her king.

"Leave the royals to fight mujer and come dance with me instead" he purrs pink eyes on the pale woman "Or perhaps you're scared he'll lose?" He purrs again a low growl rumbling under the softer vibrations of the purr. "Or are you just too weak to fight your own battles, mujer" he laughs grinning a toothy grin from ear to ear. Come now wrench, give up your futile fight and come entertain the monster instead.

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Oh, how fervently he had demanded her! And how swiftly the so-called General had seized the opportunity to rush to Harou’s aid. Yet it was the biting words of the Vermedan Prince that ignited a smirk upon Miaran's lips, her voice dripping with venom: A King shouldn't need his so-called General to come to his rescue. Or are you truly so feeble that you require her assistance? The remnants of hemlock clung to her claws, mingled with the remnants of the blood-soaked battle that marked her paws.

She bared her bloodied fangs, her ears pinned back, and her eyes narrowed into fierce slits. Despite the weariness that threatened to weigh her down and the pain of broken bones in her crushed front paw, she was fueled by an unwavering resolve to prove her strength; she would not be cowed. The Viper was no mere war hound; she was an Executioner, fierce and unyielding.

She lashed her tail behind her, flexing her poisoned claws, and despite the wounds that oozed, she would rise up to give him a reckoning. Regardless of the outcome, she would fight with everything she had—win or lose, she would stand her ground!

With her drenched, venomous claws—glistening like shards of shattered glass—she lunged ferociously toward his face. Targeting and aiming for his eyes, she yearned for him to witness the raging tempest concealed deep within her soul. Fear was a foreign concept to her; not even the specter of Death could unnerve her.

She would never submit to any man, certainly not to the jester taunting her from across the abyss. She would pierce his flesh, reveling in the crimson that flowed forth, indulging in the exquisite pleasure of his suffering. Oh, how she absorbed his threats, each word a weapon she would wield against him. Win or lose.


Miaran vs @Harou
Keeping Brighid
Round 1/3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 11 + 18 + 16 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 4 + 10 + 5 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 1 + 19 + 13 + 14

(Regular Dice: 6/7/5, Wounded in Pride Challenge: 5/6/5, Fatigue Dice: 4/5/5)

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TO WATCH YOU CRAWL OUT OF YOUR CHANGING SHAPE

oh, she's more than a general. a cruel sneer twists harou's lips, venom flashing in his gaze as sinister laughter falls from his lips. his temper unfurls like wildfire, igniting with wrath and hunger, ignoring the idiotic words of vermada prince, entirely. he has eyes only for miaran, his intent to shred the woman and tear his claws into her. fuck her up. even as brighid appears by his side, spitting her own venom, harou is silent, spectral, wrathful.

watching as the caladan queen comes charging towards him, harou would brace for impact, his claws digging into the sandy loam. miaran's claws would graze his features, narrowly missing his eyes, rivulets of blood pooling down his visage as her tainted claws tears at his face. a guttural snarl tears free from the wendigo, blood flowing down his form.

harou would attempt to reposition himself, attempting to surge forward and shove the point of his shoulder into miaran's chest. simultaneously, harou would follow this up by attempting to grab the queen by her jugular.

Harou & @Brighid ♔ vs. @Miaran
Brighid's Freedom
1of 3

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 14 + 6 + 20 + 17 + 3 + 8 + 7 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 9 + 8 + 20 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 13 + 6 + 8 + 17

ooc notes:
- set before the death match
- barbarian perk no fatigue

the sneering from the sidelines brings brighid to glance out the corner of her eye. she knows nothing of him - the goading, the opinions of strangers means little to the once queen. his taunting is accentuated by a foreign lilt and some word that she doesn't comprehend, "and who are you?" she scoffs, dismissing him and his mocking. sticks and stones may break my bones but words? she was no cub and would not be so easily swayed by his jeering.

instead, brighid is intent on securing her freedom and her place back at harou's side. more than a general. they would never understand the thread binding them, yet brighid is keen to show how them taut it is, how it will burn and sever and bloody their hands for trying to keep them separate. honor and fairness be damned - the ends justified the means - and if pursuing a weakened miaran meant her leaving the cove, then so be it.

too bad then that the lion who had stolen her away was not here to keep her fitted into caladan.

and now, miaran would suffer the consequence.

the cove sovereign leaps for harou, slashing at his face. from her position at harou's side, brighid shifts so that she is closer to miaran's flank. if the woman wanted to ignore her in favor of harou, perfect. brighid attempts to throw her arms and greater weight over miaran's flank much like a starving hunter would prey. she seeks to rip her claws in and try to hold the woman firmly so that the wendigo can wreak havoc.

brighid & @Harou vs @Miaran
brighid's freedom
Round 1 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 12 + 6 + 19 + 9 + 15 + 20 + 8 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 7 + 16 + 18 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 4 + 2 + 6 + 13

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The Viper unleashed her claws, slicing through the air with a deadly precision that drew perilously close to his eye. The venom-laced talons pierced his flesh, and she could almost sense the poison spiraling deep into his bloodstream, a delightful thrill of wicked triumph coursing through her. She had envisioned Brighid taking the bait set by Velasco, but instead, Miaran was met with the brutal intrusion of claws raking her flank as Harou rammed his shoulder against her chest. Gritting her teeth, Miaran dug deep within her, attempting at using her smaller frame to lunge and strike toward his jaw, desperate to shield her vulnerable throat.

With fierce determination, she planted her front paw firmly on the ground, mustering every ounce of strength to attempt to drive her back leg with extended poison-dipped claws into Brighid's chest, a powerful testament to her will. The venomous claws, still dripping with the promise of devastating hemlock, lingered achingly close to her enemy's heart, a thrillingly dangerous game of fate.

The Caladan Viper felt no sorrow at the thought of losing Brighid; that lioness was not the one who stirred her loyalties or her heart. No, what ignited the flames of her rage was the chance to etch her fury onto Harou, to leave a scarring mark again and again. To her, he embodied every man who had ever dared cross her path—utterly worthless and dependent. He could not muster the strength to fight without Brighid's support, and that weakness burned her with a fierce, unrelenting passion.


Miaran vs @Harou @Brighid ♔
Keeping Brighid
Round 2/3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 3 + 15 + 18 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 20 + 10 + 4 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 14 + 9 + 1 + 6

(Regular Dice: 6/7/5, Wounded in Pride Challenge: 5/6/5, Fatigue Dice: 4/5/5)

First Post (State all claws are coated): https://www.amaryllis-lions.com/thread-2...#pid207835

table code by daanyen